And then the Stud Muffin was out of the equation. I won’t bore you with the details. But put this way: It was not my decision. I think it is called being dumped. Suddenly I know what they are all wailing about on the radio. So for now the radio remains turned off.
According to most of my friends, I am better off without him, but I suspect it is all an act to make me feel better. I think it is just considered the right thing to say, because somehow it doesn’t quite add up with how happy I was feeling when I was with him and how destroyed I am now. It certainly doesn’t help.
But then nothing does right now. I only pray that the other cliché I am repeatedly presented with is correct: Time heals all.
I am not holding my breath.
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